The rest of the night was cold. The stone was uncomfortable; thankfully the Prince was chained close enough to the bench to lay on it. The room was not a nice place to stay at night but that was to be expected. The dungeon was quiet until they started bringing in the nobles. Then it got really loud really fast.


The Princes room was made of heavy wood with only a small cut out that was covered with bars. There was a rectangle at the top of the room the lead to the outside. That was also covered with bars. His room was at the end of the dungeon. You could not go any further. The Prince was laying on the bench looking at the stars outside.


The only thing he could do now. Just to lay on the cold wood and wait for the morning. There was a bit of orange light coming from the small window to the hallway. It mixed with the much brighter blue light that was coming out from the bigger window. An hour after his visit with the Rebel and young lord was placed in his cell.


They were clearly running out of room. The dungeon was not that big and there was several noble families and probably all the common people who were still loyal.


"Let me out of here or I will show you why you need that armor." He said banging up against the door. The guard walked away as the door would do plenty to hold the angry body that was pounding against it. He was about the same age of the Prince who has not been noticed yet.


"Talking like that will not get you released, nor will it get you any leniency." The Prince kept looking out the window at the stars. He started to wonder if he could make out any constellations.


"I don't care. They should know their place. This is totally unacceptable; they should be protecting us from these insurgence not locking us up. I can't believe the Royal family would allow any of this." The lord walked to the wall that was opposite of the door.


The Prince huffed in a laugh, "You really think the Royal family had any say in this matter?" He said with a gallows humor sense to his voice.


"I mean that I would be here. The Royals are probably escaping to one of out allies kingdoms to come back and get us. You would think they would have taken my family with them when they escaped. We were one of the closest, if not THE closest, family to them. At least they would tell the guards to put us up in one of the towers."


The Prince giggled as this other did not knowing who he was talking to. "The royal family is dead. All of them, headless. There will be no saving us." Because for the time being the Prince was living on borrowed time. He was sitting up looking at the young lord as he delivered the news. You could see the exact moment the news sunk into the other boys head.


"No, that's. That is impossible. They would have escaped. You're wrong. As soon as they heard that the barricades went down they would have gotten out of the city." The lord walked closer to the prince. The Prince stood up and took all the steps he could before the chains started pulling.


"You think I would just spout it off if it was nonsense. I saw each one of the execution. The Royal family is dead." The Prince drew up to his full high which was still a bit smaller then the other boy. The disbelief morphed into subtle anger and defiance.


"Then we need to get out of here. Or at least I shall; there is bound to be a way to get out of the city. We need to bring back up from our allies to get back the castle. Do you know what the formations outside are like? I saw they were walking in squads of five. Their wasn't many patrols so getting past should be easy enough. We need to figure out the cell door."


The lord walked over to the door to inspect the lock. That was never moving. All you had to do was remove the bolts from the hinges and the door would come off. He would have to fix that after getting out. Or at least make sure that it wasn't on any other door. It might come in handy if this thing ever happened again. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.


"How good are your sword fighting skills?" The lord asked standing up from the door.


"Abysmal." The Prince replied. No matter how hard the Rebel tried the Prince couldn't wield a sword. He would use a bow instead as it was a lot more versatile. There was an apple tree in the courtyard that he would shoot from his room. If they were lucky the Rebel would be able to bring it back for themself and an unmarked one for the prince.


"How can you be a noble and not know how to sword fight? Did your father never prepare you for war?" The lord said taking a tone of pity and confusion.


"I'm not exactly nobility." Technically the truth, he was royalty. Nobility referred to those who were further descendants from the royal family. The lord started to look concerned before backing to the furthest wall.


"You mean. I'm in here. With a real criminal?" The lords breath started to quicken as panic took hold of him. Now that the lord was shut up for a quick second the Prince was able to hear into the hall. Everything was quiet, whether they were like that through choice or not was a different story.


He was going to ask the guard to do the same to his roommate before he did something that would need to be locked up for. This was going to be a long night, at least there was only a couple of hours left then the Rebel would come a get him. The Prince laid back down on the wooden bench with his eyes closed. With in a couple of seconds the lord was hovering over the Princes face.


"What the hell are you doing?" He said annoyed opening his eyes to look at the other.


"Are you a criminal?" The lord said staring wide eyed.


"I'm about to be." The Prince threatened. The lord moved out of his area and sat against one of the far walls. The Prince looked back at the sky and tried to search for his star. By now he was able to find it quickly.


At some points of the year he was able to see it from his bed while going to sleep, if only for a short while. Most of the time the Prince didn't see the sun rise. He is a night owl, so the sun set was more common, no matter what time of year it is.


This changed when the Rebel started coming over. They would spend all night with him, but they had to leave at first light. One of the first conditions that the Prince set when the Rebel started coming over is that they had to say goodbye in the morning.


Some days they would be able to watch the sun rise trying to make their time last a little longer then recommended. He was lost in thought before he heard footsteps approaching the room. He only sat up to look at who it was because of the change in his roommate. The door opened and in walked the Rebel caring a couple of books under one arm.


"Oh thank goodness, something to read!" The lord said standing and trying to read the spines.


"Who's this?" The Rebel asked the room. It wasn't clear if it was to the guard, the prince, or the lord himself.


"No one important." The Prince said standing up from the bench and walking as far as his chains would let him. "You brought books?" The Rebel walked over and put an arm around the prince's waist.


"Sorry I couldn't have gotten here sooner. They didn't let me in till the sun rose. Today I have to talk with my mother so it's going to be a while before I can get you out of here." They pulled up the books up in between the two. It was the Princes current read and his favorite.


"Oh Ace. You didn't have to." The Prince said taking the books.


"Wait you know him?" The lord said outraged. Rebel turned to face him making use to put themself in between the royals.


"Why does that matter?" The Rebel ask, his voice got a little darker and their movements got a little sharper.


"You're one of the brutes that stormed the castle. The reason why I am trapped in this dark, damp, and inhospitable room with a criminal. Makes sense that you two would be a pair."


He shifted his attention to the prince, "What did you give him in return for keeping you alive, huh? Couldn't have been gold he would have just taken that. Status doesn't mean anything to these neanderthals. Maybe a warm body to play with?" The Prince was holding the Rebel back from killing the lord. He started pushing the Rebel out of the way getting cold himself. You could insult the individual all you wanted but as soon as anyone touched their relationship you were going to regret it.


"Based on your clothing and the fact you call yourself a lord I can guess your status in this society. That leads me to assume that you subscribe to the philosophy of purity of a breeding pair of partners. Thinking of relationships as nothing more then to carrying on a blood line. Probably because that is how your parents showed their relationship.


I would make a large wager that you can even think of the concept of compassion let alone love. You have the inability to think of anything more complex then your basic biological needs. If you had to comprehend anything more complex you would probably hurt yourself.


The only reason you have survived all these pitiful years, calling it lived would be a kindness, is because you were told what to do and when to do every second of your life. Even your parents knew they were raising an acorn in human form. I won't even ask if you ever consider that there might be a reason that I'm in chains and you are not?"


At this point the Prince was standing at his full height with his chest puffed out a little and speaking confidently. He would make a killer king being able to put his foot down like he was now. The Rebel could only look and fall in love again remembering why they tried to talk things through instead of fighting. The lord shuddered trying to catch up with the fact that someone was talking to him like this.


"It is because even if they gave you the key to the cell you wouldn't have been able to figure out where to put it in the door. I am not a criminal; they just understand how to prevent people escaping. If you wouldn't mind we are trying to have a moment and if you don't shut up I will get of these chains if only to shut you up myself."